Jammer, pl post your 20-30 pictures worth of words here; please.

If we ever write a story of meeting Belle in a big apple restaurant, that may go in the other story board :)

And there are so many inspirational venues. Bright lights and the big city. May have to reciprocate with a few anecdotes of my adventures on a train in Europe, a Caribbean beach, or a hot tub at a mountain retreat, to name a few other settings.

The problem with posting stories here, or in any other of the current sections is that the stories will either clutter up the section, or be drowned out by the other threads. If erotic writing is going to be successful, it needs it's own dedicated section.

I've already posted one fiction story...here is the link if anyone is interested.
 An erotic story

if the person is inspiring, every venue every story will see something come up *lol*. mountain living is always special as, it seems, living styles are somewhat restricted yet people's thoughts are liberated.

BTW, agree with Jammer. Stories need their own mini-BB, threads for fiction, non fiction, adventure, .... Special threads for Katia or Seskey :)

My favorite rendezvous? Not a late dinner. But rather the power lunch. I adore my husband in a crisp suit and a silk tie. As for him, my sheer dress hides nothing. But luckily I have nothing to hide. No bra, not even a thong. Just the sensual feel of the luxurious fabric against my skin. Stockings and stiletto heels, however, to turn even the most unnoticing of passerbys.

http://etre-content.igorsclouds.com/post/111653/

We often lose ourselves in the mundane. Talk of the day that passes on to plans for travel. Warmth, sun soaked beaches, and azure waters. One easily gets lost in such visions. But my husband clearly has other plans. My daydreaming melts rapidly as I feel his fingers in me.

“Sorry, were you saying something?” he whispers, feigning ignorance.

“Mmm, you naughty boy. Didn’t know I would be the entrée?” I reply, matching his pretense.

Our banter is short-lived as I lose my breath. Grasping his arm snugly, I am taken by the rushed heat of my climax. “I hate how you do that to me so quickly,” I sigh, knowing little could be further from the truth.

But I too know my husband well. He loves to see my nipples through whatever I wear. The curve of my full breasts, the bounce of my tits as I walk to greet him. Having obliged his fetish, my confirmation is the hardness I feel as I brush my hand up his trousers. “Think I need to freshen my lipstick. Be right back.” I know the sway of my ass and the click of my heels as I make my way from the table are all the invitation he needs.

My husband is a clever man. Before he chooses a restaurant, he knows the restrooms. But his inspection seeks something different. A pristine, if not elegant setting. Generous counters, stately wood paneling, the scent of perfume or aftershave. A rare find these days.

But he’s done his homework. As my touchups begin, I see him in the mirror enter and lock the door. “Sure we won’t be missed?”

“Actually never gave it a thought,” he quips, as I turn and make fast work of his belt.

Words give way as the sinful sounds of my mouth repeatedly engulfing him fill the room. Nothing sexier than a woman on her knees servicing her husband, eagerly. Even I can appreciate that.

Despite his arousal, and my practiced oral arts, I know he is never quick to cum in near public. I rise and spin around, offering him what he really wants.

My hands grip the counter, as I watch him behind me in the mirror. The sight is a mere hint of the sensation of him thrusting into me over and over. Unlike him, I can cum easily whether the public is near or far. He loves fucking me from behind while I rock back in my heels. My back arches to meet his insistence, my breasts proudly displayed as I cum again.

But this is the moment when I am in control. Tightening my pussy, begging him to cum inside me. Then when he sees the reflection of my hands working my nipples, he is there. Yes, that wonderful feeling I know so well of his hot release into my now swollen cunt. Mmm, a final moan of contentment.

Before you know it, back at the table. Still, I am unable to hide a devilish grin. He notices and smiles back. “Feel me leaking out of you, I see.” “The perfect lunch spot, again,” I chuckle.

A wonderfully erotic tale. Thank you for sharing it.

My pleasure in more ways than one.

It's nice to know that your not just another pretty face :)
great erotica just adds to the fantasy!!
keep posting

Very sexual and arousing story Belle. Did this happen here in the States or while you were in Europe?

great story, naw, great experience, Belle. nothing sexier ....... Than a woman with such reverence and affection for husband.

This vignette came about just after our return to NYC. Hotel restaurants often offer the best opportunities for a lunch rendezvous.

Belle - from the first time I saw a picture of you when I came on VC, I knew there was something extraordinaire about this lady! I love how you tell your stories - in pictures and in words. You and and your husband are very lucky with each other. Happy holidays xx

Red, we cherish you and your contributions. Peaceful holidays to you too!

Damn.......I want to do lunch with you...........or should I say --- do you for lunch!!!!

Hey everybody!! Nice guy here in Connecticut. If any couples here are planing a possible trip to Connecticut. Please contact me. I'm looking to get together with a couple. I am also bi. My e-mail is fullerfan146 Yahoo.com I am also very submissive! I love to be spanked! and I love to be spanked while other people watch!!

Just reminiscing today. The photo captures the mood.

http://etre-content.igorsclouds.com/post/62551/

Here's a little insight into how it all began. Enjoy.

“Thanks for the invitation. Dinner Saturday at Jainie’s sounds great. No, not seeing anyone right now, so I’ll be coming alone. See you soon.”

A smile came to her face as she read the email. She had girlishly plotted with her best friend Jainie to discover whether Alexander was available. Perhaps still dating the artist-model from the summer.

Time to go to work, she thought, as her attention turned quickly instead to what she would wear Saturday.

At 36, Alexander was only seven years her senior, but he seemed a class apart. Already a recognized star in international business. The product of prestigious education and exclusive patronage. A scholar’s mind, a diplomat’s presence. The disarming smile didn’t hurt one bit, of course.

Six months with his office, Belle was one of a dozen aspiring interns. A natural beauty to be sure, but she carried herself more like a fresh-faced college student than the MBA candidate she was.

Their relationship had been nothing but professional. Saturday would be a change. How much of a change was the only question.

The dinner at Jainie’s was cozy. With only seven guests, the conversation flowed comfortably along with the wine. As the evening began to wind down, Belle tended to the dishes with Jainie and Alexander idly chatting at the kitchen table behind her.

She had worn her dressiest slacks hoping to catch his gaze. The lines, though prim and proper, still accentuated her tight bottom and long legs nicely. An equally demure, yet fashionable, sweater completed the outfit.

As they bid their hosts goodbye, Alexander walked Belle to her car. Always the gentleman.

As they approached, Belle’s building nervousness erupted unexpectedly into a bold move. Without a word, she turned and slid her hand over his flat stomach and around his muscled waist, making no mistake about the inviting embrace. Alexander leaned forward to meet her with a passionate kiss. Instantly pressing his firm body to hers.

The serene fall night masked the intensity of the moment. Hardly a lucid thought could she muster before she felt him spin her around and slide her slacks and underwear down over her ass in a swift move. All she could do was steady herself against the car. Then she felt him. Inside her. Taking her from behind. Filling her with a sensation she had never known. So full, so firm. How exquisite the pressure as she met his solid thrusts with her own excitement. Then it happened. The climax. A profound pleasure. With a low moan of contentment, she reached beneath and astonished herself with the feel of the copious wetness.

As she turned over, the coldness of the crisp, empty sheets brought her back. Withdrawing her hands from between her legs, she knew. She was past her innocent crush for Alexander. She wanted him. For real.

Belle? Biographical? sounds like you were swept off your feet, literally! Any time you are feeling nostalgic - would love to hear! xx

Belle, sweet, sweet Belle......thank you.

Great story... if you ever want to make some photos to go with your stories... I'd love that opportunity.
Jake

May I offer one of mine......?

School had finished 2 months ago...summer was waining...it become time to make repairs and improvements to the classrooms.

I was on my knees and heard two woman talking....not knowing if they were staff or custodial, I kept my head down continuing the repair task at hand.......one was sharing with the other her dream of the previous night ...it was of erotic nature about her and one of the male teachers.....she was not fully graphic, yet I knew what they had done from her description. Once she finished, she was so tickled with sharing her dream story, that she laughed in light embarassment. This made me look up to her.

We caught glances. She had a beautiful smile and green eyes which expressed her naughtiness and truth. There was nothing fake, but rather a naturally beautiful woman, taller than average, slender, yet shaped to make my eye wander. Her salt and pepper hair told me she was older than I.

Ten minutes later she was along and I approached her. "I enjoyed her story", I told her. This made her flush and smile. We talked a few minutes more and parted to perform our tasks.

For the next 3 years, I made it a point to try to see her. I knew she worked part time for the school, part time for a store in the mall and part time at the customer service counter of the mall. My work allowed me to alter my course when near these places to try and see her and if not busy, to stop and talk with her....her laugh, that first time in the school had infected me. She enjoyed talking with me as much as I her...and my hopes were we would ultimately close upon each other and kiss.

One evening, my crew had an after hours repair to make in the mall....I arrived early and saw she was working. Catching up with her day of actvities, I asked if I could walk her out to her car...yes, this would be okey she said with that humble smile. I felt she wanted us together as much as I, but, we were both married to others. The hottness of this situation was exciting, and wrong, but desirable.....erotic and honest. Missing from each of our marriages and personally needed....perhaps we actually could become close.